A message notification lit up Scarlett's cracked phone screen.
At the top of her contacts list, a name flashed—bright and venomous.
Grace.
Maxwell froze for a heartbeat before pulling out his own phone and unlocking it. One after another, messages flooded the display, each more poisonous than the last.
"Scarlett, I know you heard those nurses gossiping. Don't think that just because you figured out I engineered Max's memory loss, you can come back and cause trouble. If you actually mattered to him, no trick of mine could have made him forget you. The fact that he did proves you were never anything special."
"Every ending makes room for the real thing. You want to know how obsessed Max is with me? We've done it everywhere—king-sized beds, marble showers, even against the windows in tho
